The casual texting conversation I had started with Luke had gone a little something like this:
Aimee: Heard you were asking Calum about me.
Luke: Well, yeah apparently you come up with shitty science projects… A candy animal cell? You’ll eat it before you even hand it in!
Aimee: Whatever. At least I actually care about school.
Luke: Who said I didn’t?
Aimee: I just kind of assumed… er sorry :/ I mean, you’re in a band and you have the whole “i’m punk rock and I don’t care” thing going on, and usually that’s the description of the stereotypical high school badass who couldn’t care less about his future and education.
Luke: I didn’t say I tried at school ;) I have a natural gift for science and maths thank you very much. Not to mention my kick ass skills at guitar, singing and songwriting. And, I’m pretty easy on the eyes.
Aimee: Modest, too.
Luke: Marry me
Aimee: gtfo
Luke: I’ll see myself to the door :P
Aimee: gtg see you tomorrow
Luke: Bye babe
Aimee: I’m not your babe
Luke: You won’t be if you stop texting :(
Aimee: bye then
Luke: NOOOOO AIMEE DON’T LEAVE ME
Aimee: You’ll survive
Luke: I’M A SURVIVOR I’M NOT GON GIVE UP I’M A SURVIVOR I’LL KEEP SURVIVING
Aimee: Are those even the words ?
Luke: They are when you’re missing your babe
Aimee: I’m not your babe!
Luke: Call me babe again babe ;)
Aimee: Ohmagawd stahp
Luke: mkay babe
Aimee: I’m turning my phone off now
Luke: DON’T DO IT AIMEE STAY FOR THE BUNNIES
Luke: Aimee ? :’(
Don’t text back, Aimee Darrell. Don’t. Don’t give in to this boy’s adorableness. Don’t show your vulnerability. You are a strong, confident young woman who doesn’t need a man to be happy in life. Don’t show him you care. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
I finally made it to my house, thankful I didn’t get lost. Looking at it from the front, I noticed how nice my new house really was. It was large and brilliantly built, with way more rooms than needed, and a pool. The only problem, and good lord was it a big one, was that it was a constant reminder what what we have and others don’t. I live in a monster with too many rooms, and there are millions of people who don’t even have food or clothes or family, let alone a home. I wished we could sell it, donate the money we didn’t need, and purchase a flat or something.
The upside of the house was the roof. The building itself is alone, perched on a hill with the most breathtaking views I have ever seen. You could see everything, and at night it was magical. The roof was flat, and it was only accessible from my window. Every night, I play my favourite record, Frampton Live and lie on the roof, counting the stars. I’ve never told anyone I’ve been doing that, and the funny thing is I’ve been doing it since I was ten. It was my little secret.
I stepped inside, and there wasn’t anyone home. Now what to do. I grabbed an apple from the fridge, plopped my bag at my desk, made my way up to the stairs, and grabbed the handle to my bedroom door. Turning it, I soon realised I had made a mistake. Freezing cold water was now being poured over my head, and the only thing I managed to say was,
“God dammit Duke! You’re the worst motherfucking brother!”
I was going to kill him.
A/N: Hey y'all! I'm feeling like Hannah Montana at the moment, and it's FABULOSA. So this is a chapter. An un-requested chapter. Apparently, a lot of people want me to keep writing the Jack Gilinsky imagine. I don't know whether it's the fact that maybe magcon guys are more well known than 5sos, or whether you guys like imagines more than fanfic. Actually wait, the Jack G story is a fanfic... So do you guys just like magcon better, or do you think the overall story is better? I'd love to know. Oh, and I luff you <3
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